Sport: The Stalker

Dawn was still two hours away when the old man parked his Jeep and set
off through the fields of wind-grass for the sea. On the rocky
Massachusetts beach, he used a pebble to hone the three hooks hanging
from a cigar-shaped yellow plug with a red nose. Then, peering out at
the dark water from under his long-billed fisherman's cap, he began to
cast. In gentle, precise rhythm, his rod whipped back and forth until
he lifted a leathery thumb from the reel and the plug soared 190 ft.
out into the Atlantic....